Sissy K’s used to be so good. What happened?! I always had a great time whenever I went with my friends, especially last summer, when we went all the time. I guess now that I live in Somerville and I try to go out on a regular basis (when I have time to do something besides grammar stuff), I have higher standards.
Beth and I went there on Saturday night, and we tried so hard to have a good time. We did have fun, at times, but overall, it wasn’t good. (There was precisely ONE good-looking guy in the entire place. I sidled up to him. “Hey, how’s it going?” I smiled. He looked at me, gave me a look of disgust, and walked away. Beth spent the rest of the night telling me he was wearing Christian Loubutins and was therefore gay.)
The night wasn’t a complete loss, however. I found some marvelous grammar errors.
At first when I saw the shirt, I wasn’t thinking straight, and I thought that “John’s” was meant to be “Johns,” meaning several guys named John, or maybe several guys who are customers of a prostitute.
Beth and I spent the rest of the night being chased by these two brothers, one of whom had a shaved head. The other could not dance to a beat to save his life.
I think we’re done with Sissy K’s.